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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
UT,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.