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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 the Human League to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.