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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.