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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Crime,
Magazine,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.