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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
MC5,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.