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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.