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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.