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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.