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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
The Move,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Crime,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.