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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.