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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.