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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.