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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
the Association,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.