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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
ABC,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.