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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Monks,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.