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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.