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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.