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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.