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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.