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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.