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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.