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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.