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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.