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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
June of 44,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.