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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.