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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.