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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.