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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.