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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.