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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.