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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.