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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.