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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.