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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.