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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.