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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.