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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.