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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
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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.