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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.