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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Franke,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.