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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.