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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.