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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Japan,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.