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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.