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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
the Association,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.