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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.