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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.