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 Chile and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smiths 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.