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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.