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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.