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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.