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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Index,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.