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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.