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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
The Move,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.