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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.