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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.