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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.