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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
CMW,
Scion,
Television,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.