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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.