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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Skriet,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Television,
Slave,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.