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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.