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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.