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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.