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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Crime,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.