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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
The Move,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.