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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.