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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.