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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Organ,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.