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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.