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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
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Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.