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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Television,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.