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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.