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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Japan,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.