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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
The Gories,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
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.