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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.