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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.