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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 AZ to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
PIL,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.