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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.