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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Little Man,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.