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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.