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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.