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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.