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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Scion,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.