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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.