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 Libya and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.