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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.