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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.