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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Organ,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.