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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.