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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.