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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
MDC,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.