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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Slave,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.