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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.