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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
PIL,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.