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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Motions to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
AZ,
The Index,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.