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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.