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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.