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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.