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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.