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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.