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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.