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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
10cc,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.