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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.