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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.