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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.