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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.