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 Turkmenistan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Faust,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.