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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.