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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.