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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Crime,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.