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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.