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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.