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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.