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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.