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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.