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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.