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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
DNA,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.