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 India and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.