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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.