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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.