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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.