Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Names. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.