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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.