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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings 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?
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.