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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.