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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.