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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.