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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Nas,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.