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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.