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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Monks,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.