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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.