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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.