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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.