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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Dead C to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.