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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.