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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.