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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.