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 Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.