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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.