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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.