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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Outsiders,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.