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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.