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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.