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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Echospace,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.