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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.