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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.