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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.