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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.