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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
a-ha,
Wings,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.