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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.