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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.