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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.