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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.