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 Maldives 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.