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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.