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 Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.