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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Pantaleimon 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.