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 Mali 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Wake,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.