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 Bulgaria 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 Mumbai and London.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.