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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Swans,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.