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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Gong,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.