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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.