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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.