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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold 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.