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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Wings to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.