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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Lalann,
CMW,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.