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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.