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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.