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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.