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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.