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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.