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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.