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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.