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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.