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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.