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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.