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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Skarface,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.