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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.