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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Slits to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.