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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.