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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.