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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.