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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.