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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.