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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.