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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Amazonics,
DNA,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.