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 Burundi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Wings,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.