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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.