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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.