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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.