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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Inner City to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.