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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.