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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.