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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.