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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Nas,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.