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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.