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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.