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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.