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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.