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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.