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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.