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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.