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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.