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 China 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.