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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.