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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.