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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.