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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Brick,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.