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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.