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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.