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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
JFA,
The Wake,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.