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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.