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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.