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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.