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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.