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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.