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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 the Slits to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.