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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.