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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.