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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
ABC,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.