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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.