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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.