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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.