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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.