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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.