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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.