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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.