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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.