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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Fear,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.