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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.