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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Franke,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.