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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.