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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.