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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Motorama,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.