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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
UT,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.