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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.