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 China and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.