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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.