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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.