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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.