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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Cluster,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.