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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.