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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.