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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.