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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.