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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Nas,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
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.