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 France and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.