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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.