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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.