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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.