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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Franke to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.