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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.