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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.