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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.