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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.