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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.