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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
JFA,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.