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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Pole,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.