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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Fear,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.