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 China and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.