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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.