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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.