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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.