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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.