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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Nas,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.