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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
10cc,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.