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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.