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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.