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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.