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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.