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 Angola 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.