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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.