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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
JFA,
Franke,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.