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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Fear,
June Days,
The Martian,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.