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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.