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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.