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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Brick,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
DNA,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.