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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.