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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.