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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Excepter,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.