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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.