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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.