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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Smog,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.