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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.