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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.