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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.