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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.