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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.