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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.