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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.