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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
The Saints,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.