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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.