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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.