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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.