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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.