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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.