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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.