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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.