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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.