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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.