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 Belgium 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.