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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.