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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Organ,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.