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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
The Human League,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Wire,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.