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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
JFA,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.