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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
DNA,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.