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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.