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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.