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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.