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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.