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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.