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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
MDC,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.