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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.