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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Zapp,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.