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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.