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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.