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 United States and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.