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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.