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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.