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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.