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 Oman 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.