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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.