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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.