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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Japan,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.