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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.