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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.