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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.