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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.