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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.