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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.