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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.