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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.