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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
The Move,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.