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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Slave,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.