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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.