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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.