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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Visage,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Magma,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.