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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.