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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
10cc,
Swans,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.