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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.