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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Visage,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.