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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Scion,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.