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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Technova,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.