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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.