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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.