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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.