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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.