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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.