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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.