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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.