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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Crime,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.