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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gong to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.