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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.