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 Turkmenistan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.