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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.