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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.