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 Mexico 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.