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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.