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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.