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 Spain 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Erasure,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.