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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.