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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.