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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.