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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Flipper,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.