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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.