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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.