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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.