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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 808 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.