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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.