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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Nico,
The Evens,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Swans,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.