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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.