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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.