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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
UT,
The Residents,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.