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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.