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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.