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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.