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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.