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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.