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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
The Move,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.