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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.