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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.