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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.