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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Franke,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.