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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.