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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Monks to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth 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?
The Victims,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.