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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.