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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.