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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.