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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.