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 Afghanistan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.