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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.