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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.