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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
10cc,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Wire,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.