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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.