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 Senegal and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.