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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.