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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.