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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.