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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ohio Players 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.