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 Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.