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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.