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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.