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 Algeria 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.