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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.