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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.