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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.