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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.