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 Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Magma,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.