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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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?
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.