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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.