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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek 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?
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.