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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.