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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.