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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.