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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.