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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.