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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.