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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.