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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Flipper,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.