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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.