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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.