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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.