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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.