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 Mexico City.
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 Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Josef K,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.