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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.