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 Namibia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.