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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.