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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Can,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.