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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
JFA,
MDC,
Q65,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.