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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.