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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.