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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective 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 jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.