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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.