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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Fall,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.