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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.