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 Liechtenstein 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.