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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Sparks,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.