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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.