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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.