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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.