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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.