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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
X-102,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.