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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Cymande,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.