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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.