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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.