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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.