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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.