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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.