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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.