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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Nico,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
DNA,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.