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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Shoche,
June Days,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.