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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
John Cale,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.