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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.