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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Visage to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.