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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.