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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.