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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.