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 Barbados 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.