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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Nico,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.