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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Names,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.