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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.