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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.