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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.