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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.