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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Suicide,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.