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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.