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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Sound,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.