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 Suriname and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.