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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.