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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.