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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.