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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.