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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
X-102,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.