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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
UT,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.