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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.