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 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.