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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Black Dice to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.