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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.