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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.