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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.