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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Can,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.