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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.