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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.