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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Zapp,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.