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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Fluxion,
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.