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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.