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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.