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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.