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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.