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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.