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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.