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 Gabon 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.