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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.