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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.