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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.