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 Argentina 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 Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Technova,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.