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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.