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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Smog,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.