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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.