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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.