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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.