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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.