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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.