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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.