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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 World's Most 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.