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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.