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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.