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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.