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 India 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
DNA,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.