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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Rekid,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.