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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.