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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.